On Looking at Art

How you look at art is a perspective generated by the way you were conditioned every single day leading up to the day you viewed that piece of art.

I stare and imagine while another calls it stupidly simple.

I imagine the artist as he paints on a rectangular canvas- he uses long strokes of blue from end to end of the five foot emptiness.

I see a sky that he clears blue and deep like ocean

The light is on his back casts a faded shadow as he paints with vigor. His perspective is simple- but the artist is a culmination of everything he has been conditioned to be every single day leading up until he created that piece of art.

So he paints lines of red to define himself, chiseling in the sky a line of crimson top to bottom

and at the bottom there is a splash of color- the end of the artists dreams ending in a line of crimson

His arm cuts the canvas from top to bottom in red

He ends in a culmination of color.

Looking at art is a combination of the viewer and the maker. It is a culmination of everything they have been conditioned to be every single day leading up to that blue rectangle cut with a line of crimson.